(feat. 8 Ball, Mr. Lee, Rell, E-Roc)



[Hook: x2]

I'm a Southern nigga, Houston Texas nigga

Syrup sipper nigga, candy paint dripper

Wood grain gripper, chrome wheel spinner

Land other man, hol' up Dirty nigga



[Mr. Lee:]

I'm a Southern boy, that's why I act this way

I'm rolling chrome 23's, on a Escallade

We keep it crunk brah, we stay leaned up

Foam cups, filled up with the purple stuff

Houston Texas boy, I represent it boy

Land of the Dirty Dirty, and them candy cars

We rolling Cadillacs, with the wheel on back

And the leather and wood, with the top back



[Rell:]

I'm a Texas nigga, wide frame reckless nigga

Cornbread breakfast nigga, you disrespect this nigga

We hit a club or two, then get a clucker too

Then get it popping like sodas, make 'em do the do

We ride 22's, some call 'em Clyde the glide's

We lean side to side, with the lean inside the ride

You can't compare with I, I do what I feel

Ice chain ice watch, light blue so I chill



[Hook x2]



[8 Ball:]

Big dog big rims, sub woofer shaking every car alarms

Going off, and I can't see the smoke is heavy

Legendary spitter, hoe hitter and money getter

Hot on the mic, when it comes to shit like this I'm cold like Winter

Southern nigga, but I don't know shit bout cows and horses

We hustle hard, cop that new shit smoking on golf courses

Bitches keep 'em got em, never had a problem getting em

Flows keep 'em got em, never had a problem spitting em



[E-Roc:]

Me I'm a dirty nigga, candy slab rolling nigga

Ain't never had a job, paper still folding nigga

E-Roc's a soldier nigga, Nodd Factor's holding nigga

Sipping on grape Sprite, purple haze blowing nigga

We exercise game, like 24 hour fitness

15's be knocking in your hood, like a Jehovah witness

The streets love us mayn, sick cause they love us too

Love it when TV screens, sky dive up out the roof



[Hook x2]



[Lil' Keke:]

It's the Don nigga, better be strapped and rolling hard with your guns nigga

Slab riding, and fa sho I'm not the one nigga

Try to test it ain't no playing, you'll get done nigga

You better run, nigga

This C.M.G. boy, ain't nothing for free boy

And get it gangsta on the streets, ten a ki boy

You know this Big Unit, with that dirty honey

Get you a dirty bird, if you got dirty money



[Slim Thug:]

The big Boss man, H-Town representer

Slim Thugger, shut your town down when I enter

Tall like a center, and a raw Dirty South boss

I got what it costs, to get you bumped off

I'm boss hogging, 22 inch crawling

A young stunner never stalling, I ain't new to this balling

I'm a vet, sliding on chrome in some'ing wet

Pieced up thoed deck, represent for my set ha



[Hook x2]